Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Of Rains and Bows

I liken myself to that of colours,
Contrasting and empowering,
Subtle and overwhelming.
Peaceful yet at war,
A portrait not many adore,
Alone while with others,
A multitude of colours.
Strokes of brilliance,
Brushes of a genius,
Mixtures of a fool,
Sometimes just a tool.
Never at harmony,
Thinking logically,
Solitude is my fortitude.

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